What is your Winter wish?
To hibernate, like the marmots, turtles, bumble bees and bears. To do as nature does and slow down, lie dormant, get still and quiet for a long deep rest.
For stillness and quiet, for space and ease.
For twinkly lights, the kind white blanket of snow, the smell of pine and cinnamon, the taste of peppermint and ginger, the sound of those old classic Christmas carols sung by voices still remembered and loved but long gone, wool socks and down blankets and flannel pjs, 100 different kinds of cookies, connection and laughter, so much that my face and stomach hurt from it.
For acceptance, this year is what it is and thankfully it’s too late now to change it, to do any kind of catching up or extra credit, there’s no going back, no do-overs, no amount of rushing or overworking will amount to any value, so I wish to take comfort in the surrender–this is what it is, I am what I am, here is here, now is now, this is a gift and it’s time for celebration.
And always, if there is wishing to be done, and if Winter will be the time, I wish for Dexter an easy death, with as little suffering as possible, and that he know how much he is loved, that I can open up to his loss and feel the full measure of grief, equal to the love.